Annie POV:

I slowly walked towards the school gates. Finally, school was over.

I had a shoot today with a wedding-dress company. Apparently Ophelia's younger sister's new business. I wasn't planning to try that hard. The stupid company would probably close down in less than a week anyways.

Suddenly, a whirl of red crashed into me.

"Gah! I'm so sorry!" The person helped me up. "I was just too eager. I didn't want you to try anything too soon."

I looked up to meet determined ruby eyes and a familair face. "Arima? Already?"

"I have a proposal." She dropped my hand and frowned at me, hands on her hips. "If you keep Aqua's secret safe, I'll make you mochi!"

I... what?

"Mochi?" I echoed. "You really think that'll cut it?!"

"Fine! Ice-cream mochi!" Arima jabbed a finger at me. "Good enough?"

"I don't need a stupid girl to make me mochi," I scoffed. 

"All right." Arima lowered her hand, suddenly looking deadly serious. "What if I quit modelling then?"

I faltered. "Quit?"

"Yes. I'll stop doing any kind of modelling, and I'll even request Ophelia to get rid of my photos and submit yours instead. You won't ever have to worry about me again," Arima grinned. "Sound good?"

She was smiling, but her eyes were dark. 

Kana POV:

I had just offered exactly what Annie wanted on a silver plate to her. 

I had thought I didn't care about modelling- I thought it had just been a small side-job that was part of a lie. But then how could I explain this horrible knot in my stomach, screaming at me, "NO"? 

To tell the truth, that modelling session with Machistar had been the first in a while to have someone compliment me that much. It had made me feel treasured and important. In a world where I was a failed actress, I had found a last resort that would make me a beautiful model. 

But somehow I found myself offering my happiness to Annie. Despite always believing my career was my life, in the end, Aqua was more important to me than any job.

"Huh..." Slowly, a smirk spread across Annie's face. "I could accept that. But you have to promise to never model. Ever."

"I... I promise." I gave an easy smile. I held out my pinky. Annie wrinkled her nose at it, but intertwined her finger with mine anyway. 

"It's a promise." Annie smirked. 

A/N: Have you ever made a promise you regret? But never broke?